#gruesome discriptions

[honestlyobsessed]

Quick reminder that humans are realistically proportioned in murder drones.

Which means, for Tessa's head to look like this:

Cyn would have had to stretch the skin of Tessa's face and scalp over her head.

yikes.

[stay-tinystars]

Invisible

Ship: Lee Minho (Lee Know) x Fem reader (Feat. Bang Chan/Chris & Felix)

Ghost au, non idol au, some fluff, some comedy, some angst, Halloween fic

Written for @stayhavens unexpected guest event. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Word count: 4,995

Warnings: mentions of deaths, serial killer's, ghostly antics, blood. Mild discriptions of main characters deaths (they are ghosts). Let me know of anything I've missed.

**also if anyone knows who to credit for this photo edit please tell me. I know it's from the 26th Dream concert and it's the relay dance. But I'm unsure of who to credit it to. So obviously photo not mine it just went well with my story**

"Invisible, I truly feel invisible" I muttered as I leaned against the railing.

"Y/N, that's because you are invisible." Minho chuckled.

"I'm not invisible Minho! I'm translucent, there's there's difference" I glared towards him.

"Sometimes yes you are translucent, but everytime you see that human you keep trying to make friends with you become invisible." Minho's translucent figure climbed atop the railing walking along it. "It's quite entertaining to see you try to make friends with someone you could literally scare to death." He then chuckled as he sat on the railing beside me. "Maybe that's your plan to scare him so bad he joins us." His laughter rang through the hallway until a door burst open, causing the two of us to vanish.

"I swear I keep hearing people talking and laughing, but no one is here!" The blond male with a deep voice looked out in the hall.

"You might be. There are other people who are staying in this old hotel too, Felix." The darker haired male with the same Australian accent stated as he looked out beside him.

"Why did we have to come here Chris? I read it's haunted." Felix looked uneasy. The other male smiled at the blond, shaking his head slightly.

"You've got to stop reading those stories about ghosts; they always make you uneasy. I also told you I have some things I have to finish for my late grandfather." Chris placed a hand on the other's shoulder, guiding him back into the room and shutting the door.

As I rematerialized I sighed.

"Well you might not frighten the one you are trying to befriend, but the blond might kill over if you appear." Minho chuckled as he leaned against the opposite wall. I shook my head as I disappeared again.

1976

I remember the day I died clearly, it was 45 years ago. Another day of work as a maid at the Blue Royal Hotel. I enjoyed the work. I loved my coworkers, and the hotel paid me quite well. I'd been working at the hotel for just over three years, and rarely had any problems.

It was my second to last room to clean for the day. My stomach grumbled as I thought of the lovely meal awaiting me downstairs that Lowell, the head chef, had promised me for my birthday. I knocked loudly and announced my presence as I opened the door. As I've thought about it over the years I've contemplated; Maybe I should've waited for an answer, or just skipped the room though there was no do not disturb sign.

When I stepped into the room that's the first time I saw Minho, his brown eyes were glossy and empty as they stared at me. His blood was pooled around his body seeping from the gash in his neck and the other holes in his white shirt. A silent scream left my throat as I stumbled forward. The door slammed shut behind me.

I guess I am lucky, for I don't recall the pain, nor exactly how long it took for me to die. I just remember looking down at my own bloodied mangled body floating alongside the other victim. Dying on my 25th birthday was never part of my plan. Though I guess most people don't really plan when they will die.

I only knew Minho as the other victim for about a week. I suppose even ghosts have to learn to be ghosts. The first few days felt like a foggy blur. As I sat watching the police officers come in, taking notes and photos of the gruesome scene. Then the cleaning crew. I watched as they closed the room off, then I just sat there in the now empty room, the image of myself in my gray uniform, soiled with blood remained in my brain. I realized after a day or two that the other ghost had left. When I finally made it into the hallway by walking through the door a week after I died the seethrough man smiled at me.

"I figured you'd come out eventually." His smile was mischievous. "I'm Minho, and by the commotion of when you died I'm guessing your Y/N"

I nodded somewhat confused at everything happening. "Why are we here? I thought spirits moved on when they died." my voice sounded far away, and somewhat gravelly. He shrugged.

"Maybe we have to find the light?" He suggested, as he turned and headed down the hall. I followed him.

"So I guess we are stuck in what we wore when we died." He sighed. It had been two months, we were watching the people in the lobby from the second floor landing.

"At least you look nice. I'm stuck in this gray dress and my stupid work shoes." I complained looking down at my translucent self, before looking back to the people in their fancy clothing in the lobby. There must've been a ball in the ballroom.

"Well I don't think you look too bad." He said offhandedly as he continued to watch the lobby.

"You know we've never found that light people say to follow." I said as I started up the small flight of stairs.

"From what I've reasoned and caught in passing conversations, we can't move on until our souls receive justice. They haven't found the murderer, and with what I have found in the papers I'm not sure if they will." Minho said as he caught up to me.

"Why did he kill you?" I asked softly. The male shrugged, as he ran his fingers through his hair as we reached the next floor.

"I guess it was because I was making headway in my research. I was making a name for myself, and my boss brought me here for a celebratory brunch. It was going well, I was getting pretty drunk. I remember heading to the bathroom, but I don't remember anything else until I was being killed in the room. The bastard killed me then took all my belongings he felt had worth off my body. He was going through my jacket when you came in." He paused then turned to me. "You arrived only minutes after he killed me. I'm sorry you died as well."

1977

We found out a year or so later through the newspapers at the front desk that the man who murdered us was now deemed a serial killer, the "limelight killer" they called him. His usual victims matched Minho's description; young, driven, successful, and attractive males. The limelight killer has claimed the lives of victims in various cities. I was the only female he had killed. The papers seemed to know it was just because I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

1986

Almost 10 years after our deaths they caught the man. His body count was at 21 when they put him in a cell to live out the rest of his days. A lifetime sentence in isolation. After his conviction we remained ghosts. Apparently it wasn't just justice our souls needed to leave this place.

2021

Now here we are 45 years later. Haunting the very hotel we had died in. Overall we did prank some horrible guests but we didn't terrorise anyone on purpose. Mostly the people who encountered us were spooked. We did our best to stay in the less populated areas of the hotel, or stay invisible.

I did quite well, except for that poor man a few years back. My ghostly body was tired, I hadn't had a good trance in months. So I just allowed myself to sink through the floor. Which overall would've been fine except for the poor man using the guest toilet on the main floor. He screamed as he held on to that porcelain throne for dear life. Minho teased me relentlessly for months after that. "At least you waited til he was on the toilet to scare the crap out of him."

"I told you I didn't mean to Minho! I hadn't tranced in three months!" I defended.

"And who's fault was that?" He smirked.

"Yours! Every time I went to trance for three months before that you encouraged me to come along with you on some adventure." I threw my arms up.

"Come on, those ghost hunters were so fun to mess with and you know it." He laughed.

"It was fun," I admitted, crossing my arms.

"You know your 70th birthday is in three days" Minho smiled as he sat upon the chair in the empty room we were currently residing in. I nodded as I laid on my stomach on the bed, my head propped up on my hands.

"I can't believe it's been 45 years." I sighed. "I wonder if I would've been a grandmother by now if I hadn't died."

"I'm still shocked you didn't have a boyfriend when we were living." He shrugged as he looked towards the window, the fading light of the late afternoon setting his face a glow..

"Well I was supposed to go on a date the day after we died." I mentioned, as I looked over his profile. Even after all these years I was still mesmerized by his perfect face.

"You've never mentioned a date. Who was it with?" His attention was brought back toward me.

"It was a blind date." I shrugged. "Lowell was going to give me more information at my birthday meal. We don't usually talk about what our futures could've been. So why bring up something that didn't happen." My face fell, how I wished I would've had those opportunities.

"I hate bringing it up because it always makes you so sad." He frowned slightly, then his face lit up. "Let's pretend that we met that day instead of dying and we have now been friends for 45 years. Tell me about your grandchildren. How your dream wedding went. All of the things you feel you missed." he encouraged, as he walked over and laid on the bed beside me, mimicking my current position. I smiled, then shook my head.

"Why focus on what could've been. It will only bring heart break when we finish pretending. Plus those sad feelings take such a long time to go away as a ghost and you know it." I wanted to avoid the longing. Avoid the pain of the heartbreak of things that could never be.

"Well I'm gonna tell you about my fake grandchildren. Apple and Cherry are fantastic children.  Very talented. I spoil them so much. I load them with sugar and send them home with their parents."  His mischievous smile, made me smile too.

"Apple and Cherry? What kind of names are those?" I laughed.

"Their parents love fruits" he defended with a fake hurt expression. He then laughed. "It's better than whatever names your children came up with."

"My children would have named their children fantastic names. Like Rose, and Joon." I said confidently, laying my arms down and resting my head atop looking at him.

"I guess those are better." He smiled, mirroring me again.

When the door to the room opened mere moments later, we quickly disappeared.

When I reappeared, instead of being in the hallway like I expected, I was in the room I died in. Which just so happened to be the room that the two Australian men were currently residing in.

The blond, Felix, was asleep on the bed. While Chris was sitting on the couch typing away at a laptop placed in front of him on the small coffee table. I quietly went over to look at what he was doing. My eyes went wide as I saw my own face staring back at me. The article was about my death; well our deaths, mine and Minhos that is. Did he know he was in the same room where it all happened? I noted the paper he was scribbling on, the word "watch" was circled with Minho written beside it. Yet my name sat on the paper beneath it with nothing beside it. What was he researching? The gasp from across the room made me look up, the blond was sitting up on the bed pointing at me. His eyes wide.

"What Felix?" The man beside me asked, not looking up from the screen.

"Beside you" His voice faint, as his features paled. Maybe Minho was right, the poor kid might keel over because of me. I expectedly looked at Chris. Maybe he would finally see me, maybe I could figure out why I was so drawn to this person beside me.

"I know Y/N is here." He shrugged, eyes staying on the screen. "I figured she would be. She died in this room after all." The man beside me never even glanced up, as he took more notes.

"This is where they died?!?" Felix's eyes bulged out of his head slightly, I was seriously starting to worry if Felix would actually keel over due to my presence.

"Yes, in this room." I almost chuckled with how nonchalantly he answered.

"Chris! Why are we staying in the room someone died in?!?" Felix yelled.

"Well Felix, this hotel is old. There have been many deaths here over the years. Most hotels probably have had a death in some of their rooms." Chris finally looked up with a smirk as he shrugged.

"I'm never leaving my house again." Felix replied then looked towards me again. "Chris, why are you so calm about this?!?" He couldn't calm down, which made me chuckle slightly then I felt bad as he glanced around the room with terror filled eyes.

"Because this is why I'm here Felix. I want to give their souls rest." Rest? Chris, the man beside me wants to give us rest? How?

"How?" The blond asked, seeming to read my thoughts. Chris sighed as he set down his pencil.

"You know how I told you a few months back that my grandfather passed away?" Felix nodded, as Chris stood up. "Well he left a box in his will to his oldest grandchild."

"Which is you..." Felix responded, Chris nodded in response.

"Felix, my grandfather was not a good man." Chris paced, running his fingers through his hair. "I never met him. I never wanted to either."

"Where is this going?" Felix questioned.

"My grandfather was the limelight killer." Chris' words punched me in the stomach, knocking the nonexistent air out of me. Which I didn't think was possible.

"Your grandfather was the man who killed all those people?" Felix's voice was barely above a whisper, the gravity of the situation seeming to weigh down the whole room. "Why did you bring me here?!?"

"Because I couldn't do this alone." Chris opened the closet. Felix grabbed the pillow beside him, holding it up defensively. Chris pulled out a box, then rolled his eyes as he shut the closet door.  "Felix I'm not going to hurt you." He shook his head as he sat on the corner of the bed with the shoe box on his lap. He took a deep breath and opened the box. Immediately I disappeared, yet I was rooted to my spot. "The note I received when he passed was cryptic, I had to solve three riddles in order to find the hiding place of the box. Once I found it, it took me a while to figure out what was inside." He took a deep breath. "Felix, he left their trinkets in this box. I've researched and returned 8 items to the victims' family members that I've been able to contact."

"That doesn't answer why we are here." Felix responded as he leaned towards Chris peering into the box.

"I haven't been able to contact the families of Minho, or Y/N. I know the watch in the box here is Minho's, but I don't know what item is Y/N's." What did that man take from me so long ago? I wondered, I wanted to look inside the box, yet I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move? "I figured coming here I can try to reach out to their spirits and return their items. Maybe that will finally give their souls rest." Chris' words gave me hope. Maybe I'd finally leave this place, but what was awaiting me on the other side? Maybe I wasn't ready to cross, it all seemed so uncertain. Would a trinket really give my soul rest?

"That doesn't explain why I'm here." Felix muttered.

"Because I can't see ghosts Felix, you can. I can feel their presence at times, but I knew you could see them." Chris placed the lid back atop the box. That made much more sense. I truly was invisible to him.

"Where were you?" Minho asked as I rounded the corner of the service hall.

"I was in the room." I mumbled, knowing he wouldn't approve.

"What room?" He crossed his arms.

"The room we died in." I looked away.

"Why?" He cocked a brow.

"I just seemed to reappear there?"

"It's that guy again isn't it?" He seemed annoyed. I nodded. "You know you can't actually befriend him right?" I shrugged looking at the ground. "We aren't like them anymore Y/N. At this point we only have each other to rely on."

"Look Minho, Chris thinks…" I started, when he cut me off.

"Chris thinks? You've talked to him?!?"

"Look, Minho, he thinks he knows how to free us. Also I didn't talk to him. He can't see me."

"Then how do you know this?" He rebuttled crossing his arms. Why was he being such a sour puss?

"Let me start from the beginning. I saw Chris researching oir deaths on his laptop. Then Felix, the blond one, saw me and freaked out a bit"

"Obviously" he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"That's not the point, Minho. Anyways Chris didn't react to me. Then he went and got a box out of the closet. Chris thinks he can free us." My words jumbled as my mind reeled all the information was almost too much.

"What do you mean free us? Y/N have you gone mad?"

"I'm not insane Minho." I glared. "He has items that the killer took from us, he thinks that might release us from haunting this place."

"How does he even have those items?"

"He's the killer's grandson." I mumbled.

"You mean he's related to the man that murdered us?!? Y/N! You can't go near him again." His demand made something inside me break. In the almost 45 years we'd haunted this place he had never demanded something of me.

"You aren't my father Minho, you can't tell me what to do!" I yelled. "Plus what's the worst he could do? It's not like he can kill me! We are both already dead!"

"Fine. It seems like you've made your decision. Him over me." With that final statement he ran forward and disappeared into the wall.

I waited in the hall for him to return. After 8 hours I knew he wasn't coming back, at least not now. Ghosts have a weird way of processing emotions, it seems to take much longer than I ever recalled when I was mortal. I made my way to a small abandoned break room in the service hall, if he was angry I might as well trance while he would be avoiding me.

To say I wasn't worried was a vast understatement. I hadn't seen Minho at all for over 39 hours. Had he somehow found the light without me and moved on? Did someone have a ghost machine like that Ghostbusters movie that they played around Halloween in the ballroom? Where was he? After roaming the halls and looking in every room I couldn't find him. I called his name down the hallways until I heard people freaking out about the ghostly calls. That's when I decided to see if I could find the only person who might have the answers, Chris.

"Shit!" Felix screamed, clutching his chest as I floated through the door.

"Have you…." I started when he screamed again.

"You talk?!?!" He backed into the wall. I sighed and nodded. "Of course the first time Chris leaves the room in two days you show up again!"

"Have you seen another ghost?" I asked.

"There is another ghost? Wait, why do you sound so far away? You sound like you're behind glass." The blond peeled himself away from the wall, stepping closer to me.

"Part of me being a ghost I suppose." I shrugged. I hadn't really interacted with a living being in a decade or so, aside from playing tricks on the ghost hunters. "Anyways I'm looking for Minho, have you seen him?"

He shook his head. That's when I heard a grunt. I looked over to see a very grumpy Minho standing right where he had died. "I knew you wouldn't listen to me" he glared. I closed my eyes and gathered my composure. As I was about to yell at him Felix screamed again. "You really frighten easily, don't you?" Minho sighed as he stared at the man.

"Look Minho, I came here searching for you." I shook my head as I dropped my gaze.

"Why?" He crossed his arms.

"It's been almost 40 hours since you stormed off." He looked down sheepishly.

"Has it really been that long?" He asked and I nodded. "Damn, I must have tranced longer than expected once I got here."

I heard the door open and watched as Chris stepped through with a bag of food and a tray of drinks. "Felix you were right that Cafe down the street is crazy busy!" He paused after he shut the door, staring in my direction. "Who's that?" I looked towards Minho, who shrugged. "Seriously Felix, who is the girl next to you."

"Uh. Y/N" Felix replied looking at Chris confused.

"Huh interesting, did you know a girl who has your same name died in this very room." Chris shrugged, setting down the drinks. He then stopped and slowly turned his eyes large. "Holy Shit! Y/N! I CAN SEE YOU!" He yelled. "I haven't ever seen a ghost before. Oh this is so cool!"

Minho started laughing "You and your friend here have very different reactions" he stated the obvious making me chuckle.

"Felix, do they always look so ethereal? They almost look like us." Chris walked over, eying me and Minho like we were art.

"You know we can hear you right?" I asked, Chris nodded with a gleeful smile.

"I hoped so! Oh my God! This is great!" He looked straight at me. "I have something for you!" He ran to the open closet pulling out the same box I saw a few days ago. When he opened the lid, I was stuck in my spot again. I couldn't move at all. "Where did they go?" Chris asked as he looked up. Felix looked around and shrugged before peering into the box again. Chris lifted a beautiful silver watch, with a black face out of the box. "I was going to return Minho's watch."

"Did you figure out what item was Y/Ns?" Felix asked. Chan nodded, his lips slightly turning upwards as he lifted a plain gold chain, a small key charm hung on the end. My mind was reeling. My necklace dangled in his hands, I never even knew the killer took it from my body. It had been a present from my parents when I turned 16, I never took it off. My parents must've assumed it had fallen somewhere.

"It took me a while to figure out that her necklace was wrapped around the band of his watch. The charm was wedged in the clasp. But once I picked up the watch it all shifted." Chris set both items back in the box and closed the lid. I felt like I could move again. I looked at Minho, who looked just as startled as I was.

"What is in that box?" Minho whispered as he came to my side.

"Chris said it's trinkets from the victims of the limelight killer" I whispered back.

"Why couldn't I move when he opened the box?"he questioned, I shrugged.

"I don't know. It happened the last time he opened the box when I was in the room too." I glanced towards the Australians again, who were now in their own conversation.

"This feels weird." Minho shook his head. "What will happen when he presents us our things?" His voice was unsteady.

"I don't know." I said. Then followed Minho as he sank through the floor.

"I need to ask you something," Minho said, as he floated to my current position in the corner above the lobby door. I enjoyed perching on the molding, watching people hurry in from the storm outside. The molding in this corner always gave shadows to hide in. I looked at him and nodded before returning my gaze to the busy lobby. "Do you like him?"

I looked back at him confused. "Do I like who?"

"Chris." he said, avoiding my gaze.

"No. I'm just drawn towards him, and now we know why. He has my necklace." I shook my head. "Why would you think I like him?"

"He's all you've talked about since he arrived a week ago." Minho sulked.

"Minho, are you jealous?" He scoffed at my inquiry.

"How could I be jealous of a mortal?" He exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. He then paused and looked at me. Those caring eyes I'd become ever so used to after all these years. "You know, I was supposed to go on a blind date the day after we died as well. Ever since you mentioned yours I wonder if you were my date. I wonder if we were supposed to meet. If fate wanted us together."

I sat processing his words. "Minho do you like me?" My words barely above a whisper, I doubted he could hear me over the noise below us.

"I never want to exist without you. So, I suppose I do like you." He smiled as he continued watching the crowds of people.

"I don't want to exist without you either." I smiled, if I was still alive I was sure my ears would be reddening. "Truth be told I've liked you for years, but it's different being a ghost. I always figured you only stayed by me because we were the same."

"I stay by you because from that moment you stepped into that room. I've been captivated by you. I guess I'm just chicken, it's taken me 45 years to say anything." He smiled as he looked at me.

"Better late than never" I laughed, and he moved closer leaning his form into mine as we continued to watch the people scurry about.

That night we just leaned on one another as we roamed the halls. It was as if we were teenagers finding love for the first time. For the first time in decades we laughed and jeered in the hallways uncaring what unfortunate humans stumbled upon us. When we got to the floor we died on Chris was waiting for us in the hallway.

"For two ghosts who usually keep to themselves, you two have been causing a ruckus this evening." He smirked as he crossed his arms.

"Well I only turn 70 once!" I smiled as I placed my head on Minho's shoulder.

"Well, I need to give you a birthday present then. If you'll follow me into the room" he led the way. As we followed him Minho grasped my hand. As we floated over to the couch Felix cleared his throat.

"It's just after midnight." He seemed a bit uneasy, as he looked at Chris. "I noticed you guys disappeared everytime Chris opened the box. So I did some research." Felix sat upon the bed looking at us. I questioningly looked at him. "The reason you disappear is because of the other trinkets. The other trinkets are connected to their spirits and it causes a disturbance so to speak." I looked towards the floor. It made sense others must be stuck in the places they died as well. Part of them stuck in that box.

"So I took the items out before you got here." Chris smiled softly at his companion, then looked back towards us, with his hands in his pockets. "45 years ago so much was taken from the two of you. I am here to make them right. My grandfather was the limelight killer, he took more than just your lives that day. I am hoping to give your souls rest, by presenting you with your items, on the anniversary of the day it happened. If it works, may you rest well." Chris' speech ended as he retrieved the watch and the chain from his pockets. His outstretched hands held things from our pasts that could change our futures. I looked towards Minho who gave my hand a squeeze. I reached out as Chris dropped the chain. It stayed in my hand instead of falling through it. Minho's watch did the same, our eyes grew as we looked at eachother. Suddenly a light seemed to be shining through the doorway to the hall.

"Do you see that light Minho?" I asked.

"I do."

"I'm scared. What will happen once we go to it? Will we cease to exist? Is there really something after this?" My voice shook. Minho placed his hands upon my shoulders.

"I will do this with you. No matter what, I'm here with you." His voice was reassuring. "Remember I don't want to exist without you"

I nodded and stood, hand in hand with Minho. I looked towards the Australians, and smiled. "Thank you." I then looked back at Minho.

We walked into the light together, just as fate always intended.

[slasherholic]

That was gruesome. I am super disturbed and my lips feel very itchy now from that discription just as much as my knees do

Fucking amazing fic holy shit im gonna read it again

THANK YOU SO MUCH HAHAHAHAHAAA

the next chapter is about as bad if not worse in the nasto department……

[publishedtoday]

Frightmares - Eva V. Gibson 

Dave is spending his final summer before college working at Frightmares House of Horrors, a struggling haunted house attraction held together by malfunctioning killer clown mannequins, a cheap replica Annabelle doll, and a lot of improvising. After a particularly disastrous shift ends in an employee walkout, Dave reluctantly takes over a role for his friend, however, he makes a horrifying discovery—a real dead body, hidden on set. But when Dave returns with help, the body is gone. Though the killer covered their tracks, Dave realizes they must know what he saw. Could he be their next target?

tw: death, descriptions of vomiting, gruesome discriptions of death, murder, violence

[sadieanne]

Why can you not get it through your head that some people with mental health problems NEEDED 13 reasons why. Like I've seen so many people explain that seeing something they could relate too personally was very important to them. Maybe for others it was hurtful but that doesn't change the fact that some people with real mental issues also benefited from it. If it wasn't that way for you then great. Also I'm sure if Demi lovato was promoting it you'd be all for it, and that's just the tea.

Here’s the ~tea~. The show still would have helped people without those god awful graphic scenes. As I’ve said before, the show had great writing and great acting. It is based on a book that actually helped me a lot about ten years ago when I was first realizing some of my own mental health issues.

Had they not included some of the triggering material in that show, you would not have noticed the difference. You would not be on the internet complaining about the fact that you didn’t get to watch a girl literally cut herself and bleed to death. The story and acting would have remained intact and people still would have been helped by it. The only difference is that fewer people would have been HARMED by it.

My concern is not just with my own experiences. My concern is for the experiences of others. Why did nobody think about a situation where the parents of a child who died by suicide might watch this program? Why did nobody think that parents who never got a reason why may decide to watch this show in hopes of finding one? Why did they show Hannah’s character displaying symptoms of PTSD, but not think about how their show would trigger suicide survivors or parents who found their dead child in the bathtub? 

I don’t only speak from my own experiences with mental health and suicide (although I do have PLENTY to draw from). I speak taking into account the experiences of others. I speak taking into account the opinions most mental health professionals would have if you told them about a show that included such graphic material. I speak taking into account the parents and little sister of my classmate who killed himself when he was 14. I speak taking into account every person who has ever had to find somebody’s corpse after they committed suicide.

If you’re only concerned about how something affects YOU, then you’re missing a huge part of the story. Everything affects everything. The butterfly effect. So the show helped you (or the other people you’ve read about)... is your life worth more than mine? No. Is my life worth more than yours? No. So what is the solution? A middle ground.

And here’s what the middle ground would be: The same exact show. The same exact story. The same exact actors. The very small changes that could have made all the difference include: 

- Actually including a trigger warning on EVERY episode- Providing a link on the warnings that would include a more detailed discription of the graphic material (including time stamps) for anyone who wanted to skip over those parts- Not making the trailer seem like it’s going to be some sort of murder mystery drama- Including actual resources for people struggling with self harm, suicide, sexual assault, etc. IN THE SHOW- Actually making mental illness a part of the show. Mentioning at least one mental illness. Educating their audience.And here’s the big one...

- Respecting their audience enough to NOT make us watch a girl literally die and her parents find her body in a pool of blood. Have the camera zoomed in on her face, in pain, while she cut herself instead of making us watch the blood poor out. Use wide angles and silhouettes. Choosing to leave out graphic, triggering, and harmful material is not censorship. It’s respect. 

My life and my experiences are not more important than yours. I’ve spent the last ten years of my life trying to speak out about suicide, self harm, and mental health/illness. I have never said (and would never say) that a show such as 13 Reasons Why should have never been made. 

We do need shows and artists out there that get people talking about such important issues. But we need shows that are safe places for people who are dealing with similar issues. Not everyone gets triggered by graphic material, but we need those people to be empathetic towards those of us who are. 

That’s what’s really important about these shows: The aftermath. The conversation. Listening to the opinions of people who are dealing with those issues. Asking ourselves “Okay, this show started a conversation, now how can we continue it? How can we help people who are dealing with suicidal tendencies?” 

And you now what the answer to that could be? Making more shows that they can watch and relate to without getting so triggered! Copycat suicide is a real thing and it’s a serious issue. People see self harm on TV and no matter how gruesome it is, they often start doing it themselves.

Someone suicidal may watch 13RW and think “Wow, so many people cared about Hannah and it’s so sad she’s gone. I don’t think I want to kill myself anymore...” OR they may think “Wow, nobody cared about Hannah until she was dead. The signs were right under their noses and nobody did anything. People finally loved her once she was gone. Maybe they’ll love me too once I’m gone”. YOU NEVER KNOW HOW SOMEONE IS GOING TO REACT TO SOMETHING LIKE THAT AND IT’S IMPORTANT FOR CREATORS TO REALIZE THIS. NOBODY IS CENSORING THEM. THEY HAVE A CHOICE AND IF THEY ARE TRUE ARTISTS, THEY CAN GET THE POINT ACROSS WITHOUT BEING GRATUITOUS. 

Please start listening and understanding people. Have empathy. Understand that (as I have already said) this is not a personal attack. Plenty of shows that are favorites of mine (My Mad Fat Diary, Degrassi) have made mistakes like this too. I like to openly discuss those mistakes while still appreciating the shows that changed my life.

And as for what you said about Demi - that is absolutely not true. I have no trouble calling out my faves when they do something I don’t approve of. That’s why I’ve taken a break from Taylor Swift. It’s important to acknowledge when someone you love makes a mistake or does something you don’t approve of, and to realize that it doesn’t necessarily mean you have to stop loving them. Demi has done so much for the mental health community and I love her for that. She has definitely done more to raise awareness for self harm, mental illnesses, mental healthcare, etc. than Selena or most of the people involved on the show. But here’s the thing - it’s not a competition. The more the merrier. We need multiple voices on multiple platforms. But despite everything great that Demi has done, if she fully backed a show like this, I would lose most of my respect for her as a mental health advocate. She could tweet about it, watch it, enjoy it, say it made her cry, whatever... and that would be okay. But if she tried to say that there was no issues with it? I would never respect that, especially coming from someone so deeply involved and educated in the mental health community.